Maybe Mark Winegardner is right that we tend toignore writers who are prolific (for some interesting reasons).Although Sam Shepard doesnt exactly fall into that camp, Iwas wondering why I had put off reading the slender volume of stories,Great Dream of Heaven, that was residing on my bookshelf.Other than the fact that I didnt have to read it. That is,there is almost no likelihood that I will be talking to Shepard,since he is one of the few authors who just writes and refuses todo any publicity. Of course, that also didnt explain why Iread John Biguenets Oyster. A terrific and visceralpiece of fiction. Anyway, this digression brought me to a happyrealization that I was still able to sever the strictures of obligationand read beyond what I was committed to reading. All of which meansthat I still read for the fun and the joy of it. Back to Sam Shepard.The Remedy Man, Blinking Eye, TheDoor to Women, It Wasnt Proust and GreatDream of Heaven are everything I read short pieces for. Compact,spare, accurate and, yes, a good story line. Now, back to days ofobligation.
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